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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
The Residents,
The Velvet Underground,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Heaven 17,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Skriet,
Franke,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Excepter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.