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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
James Chance & The Contortions,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
The Detroit Cobras,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Ituana,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
Barrington Levy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
New Order,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.