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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bang On A Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Khruangbin,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.