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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stereo Dub to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
The Residents,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
The Pretty Things,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Archie Shepp,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
The Evens,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
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.