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 Comoros and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
The Fall,
48th St. Collective,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magazine,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Television,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.