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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pere Ubu to the rock 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
the Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
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Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Stetsasonic,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Subhumans,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
Can,
Sarah Menescal,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.