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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Vainqueur to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Ludus,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABBA,
UT,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
The Fuzztones,
Fad Gadget,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.