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 Mali and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scrapy,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
JFA,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thee Headcoats,
Second Layer,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.