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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
10cc,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.