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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pole to the grunge 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
The Beau Brummels,
The Divine Comedy,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
The Toasters,
Loose Ends,
Aural Exciters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.