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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Sound to the disco 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Bootsy Collins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
The Sound,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
Ultravox,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Chris & Cosey,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Saccharine Trust,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.