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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Mr. Review to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DNA,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Yazoo,
Brick,
The Smiths,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
Black Flag,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
Simply Red,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.