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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
The Sound,
Pierre Henry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.