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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Modern Lovers to the rap 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bauhaus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.