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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Cluster,
10cc,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Lalann,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
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.