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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Thee Headcoats,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
The Barracudas,
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Scion,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
The Neon Judgement,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
the Germs,
Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.