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 Colombia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Victims to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Howard Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
The Moleskins,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.