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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amazonics,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
The Cure,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
UT,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
John Cale,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.