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 Suriname and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates 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?
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
The Invisible,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Khruangbin,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.