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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the funk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Leaves,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Laurel Aitken,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
Average White Band,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
Jeff Lynne,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.