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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Spandau Ballet,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Symarip,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yaz,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.