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 Nepal and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lyres,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Von Mondo,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Nico,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Junior Murvin,
Blake Baxter,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.