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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish 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?
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sonic Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Y Pants,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Slave,
Excepter,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Beasts of Bourbon,
La Düsseldorf,
Funky Four + One,
Robert Görl,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.