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 Bologna.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Japan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Khruangbin,
UT,
The Count Five,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Ultra Naté,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
The Standells,
Flash Fearless,
Alton Ellis,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
The Kinks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Das Ding,
Bobby Womack,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.