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 Kosovo and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Radio Birdman,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Hot Snakes,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Smog,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June Days,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
Deepchord,
Lower 48,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.