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 Georgia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Siglo XX,
the Germs,
Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.