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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Doors to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Crash Course in Science,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Al Stewart,
Chris Corsano,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Stereo Dub,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
The Motions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Echospace,
The Busters,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.