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 Nepal and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kas Product to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
John Holt,
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.