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 Denmark and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman to the punk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Wells,
Robert Hood,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
The Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Aswad,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.