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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Oneida to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Barry Ungar,
The Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultravox,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grauzone,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.