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 Marshall Islands and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
The Red Krayola,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Magazine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Franke,
Crime,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.