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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Gang Starr,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
the Human League,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Delon & Dalcan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Crash Course in Science,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.