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 Paraguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Monks to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pylon,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
the Human League,
Soul II Soul,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Pierre Henry,
F. McDonald,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
Arcadia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Deadbeat,
The Fall,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
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.