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 Namibia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Franke,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Lynne,
Whodini,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Tres Demented,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Hasil Adkins,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.