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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
AZ,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Index,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Audionom,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra,
Gang Starr,
Rekid,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.