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 Cape Verde and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
Scott Walker,
Parry Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris & Cosey,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
Goldenarms,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Kas Product,
The Human League,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
Supertramp,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cybotron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Pantytec,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.