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 Belarus and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Interpol to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Anakelly,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.