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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Banda Bassotti to the disco 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
U.S. Maple,
PIL,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.