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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Kenny Larkin,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.