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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Gong,
Crime,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Pole,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
K-Klass,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Interpol,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
MC5,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.