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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
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 Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Jacques Brel,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
JFA,
June of 44,
Intrusion,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Fela Kuti,
kango's stein massive,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.