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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 H. Thieme to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Adolescents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Lightning Bolt,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
June of 44,
The Human League,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Danielle Patucci,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
The Mummies,
Brothers Johnson,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.