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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Audionom,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
Pylon,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kas Product,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.