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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
The Barracudas,
New York Dolls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Main Source,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
the Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Index,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.