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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Susan Cadogan,
Flash Fearless,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultra Naté,
Make Up,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.