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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-101,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.