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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Maurizio to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fluxion,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ohio Players,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.