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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Robert Hood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
K-Klass,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
The Monochrome Set,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Todd Rundgren,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Nils Olav,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Mars,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.