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 India and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Sandy B,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
The Grass Roots,
Boredoms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Tubeway Army,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Gang of Four,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.