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 Laos and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moleskins,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
Crime,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.