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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Massinfluence,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Black Bananas,
Roxy Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.