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 Mauritania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boredoms to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Mantronix,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Infiniti,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Panda Bear,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Yusef Lateef,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.