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 Honduras and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Pierre Henry to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Near,
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quando Quango,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Bananas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skarface,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.