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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joensuu 1685 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
The Birthday Party,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
China Crisis,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxy Music,
CMW,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.