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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The New Christs to the punk 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Michelle Simonal,
Television,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Cybotron,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Scrapy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Lalann,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.