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 the UAE and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mummies to the techno 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Quantec,
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.