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 Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Colin Newman to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Nils Olav,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
The Gun Club,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Crispy Ambulance,
Faust,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Television,
Darondo,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.