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 Sierra Leone 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
JFA,
Neil Young,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cramps,
The American Breed,
Prince Buster,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Hashim,
Agent Orange,
Quando Quango,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Nas,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.