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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
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 mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Bobby Womack,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Sandy B,
Darondo,
Bill Near,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Half Japanese,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
EPMD,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.