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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Minor Threat,
Tommy Roe,
Barbara Tucker,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.