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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Marshall Jefferson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
The Real Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Con Funk Shun,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.