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 Israel and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cymande,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pylon,
the Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.