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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
The Gap Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
The Saints,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.