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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Monks,
The Cramps,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Fad Gadget,
Ultravox,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Suicide,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tom Boy,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.