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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.