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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
Jawbox,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Black Pus,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Lebanon Hanover,
David Bowie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.