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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 The Last Poets to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Rekid,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Eurythmics,
Oneida,
The Wake,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Wire,
Roger Hodgson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Doors,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Bush Tetras,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.