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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.