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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Chris & Cosey,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Toni Rubio,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Second Layer,
OOIOO,
Swans,
Tears for Fears,
Ultimate Spinach,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.