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 Benin and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Sugar Minott,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Talk Talk,
Tom Boy,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Crime,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Average White Band,
cv313,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Saccharine Trust,
Zero Boys,
The Slits,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.