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 Ghana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Liliput,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Hoover,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Idris Muhammad,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.