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 Chile and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pretty Things,
Roxette,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy Collins,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crooked Eye,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Joy Division,
Nas,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Franke,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.