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 Switzerland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Jacques Brel,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Godley & Creme,
The Buckinghams,
Eurythmics,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tubeway Army,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.