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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
The Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
EPMD,
The Five Americans,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.