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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Jawbox,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
ABBA,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Mantronix,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Smog,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Vainqueur,
Brothers Johnson,
Cluster,
John Holt,
10cc,
Hoover,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
a-ha,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.