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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 X-101 to the disco 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
T. Rex,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.