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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Suburban Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Nico,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Malaria!,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Saccharine Trust,
New Order,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Moby Grape,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scan 7,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
The Gun Club,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.