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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Gong,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.