Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Angry Samoans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Bill Wells,
Godley & Creme,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Fear,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Slick Rick,
Prince Buster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
The Stooges,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.