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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
Morten Harket,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camberwell Now,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Rufus Thomas,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Main Source,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Royal Trux,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.