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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Faust,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.