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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 Knickerbockers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
The Durutti Column,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.