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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
48th St. Collective,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
John Holt,
Mars,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.