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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the techno 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gichy Dan,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Godley & Creme,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
The Martian,
Warsaw,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Hill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
The Busters,
Jandek,
Cymande,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.