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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Bill Near,
Fear,
X-102,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Wings,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Inner City,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.