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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Surgeon,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Little Man,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Cybotron,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
the Association,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.