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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Animal Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
U.S. Maple,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pulsallama,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
The Mummies,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
The Evens,
T. Rex,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
X-101,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Visage,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Chris Corsano,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.