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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Leaves to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Cluster,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Slave,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
The Wake,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.