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 Cyprus and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sonic Youth to the techno 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
The Vogues,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.