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 Indonesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the electroclash 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Loose Ends,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Simply Red,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.