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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
Swans,
JFA,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Sarah Menescal,
Monks,
Excepter,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Tubeway Army,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Darondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wings,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.