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 Antigua and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Radio Birdman to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Lakeside,
New Order,
The Remains,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
The Neon Judgement,
Gastr Del Sol,
June of 44,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Japan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.