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 Panama and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Dead Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Colin Newman,
Bill Near,
Jerry's Kids,
Boredoms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.