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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
Jandek,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
David Bowie,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
John Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warsaw,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.