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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.