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 Korea North and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Searchers,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
Shoche,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.