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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Christie,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.