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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brick to the punk 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Colin Newman,
the Bar-Kays,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
James White and The Blacks,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.