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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the rap 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Wire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.