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 Saudi Arabia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Pole,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.