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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Laurel Aitken to the grime 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oneida,
Chris Corsano,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Marvin Gaye,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Excepter,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.