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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Motorama to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Style,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Blossom Toes,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
John Holt,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Halsall,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Zero Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.