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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lakeside,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers,
Aswad,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
H. Thieme,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.