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 Argentina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Q65 to the grime 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Technova,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Robert Wyatt,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.