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 Guyana and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
DNA,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Tropical Tobacco,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Byron Stingily,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
John Holt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.