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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Teasers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Nico,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
The Toasters,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Index,
Flipper,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Zapp,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.