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 Niger and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ponytail,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Unwound,
DNA,
Cybotron,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
The Knickerbockers,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Qualms,
John Holt,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warren Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
John Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.