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 St Lucia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Interpol,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Byrd,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Order,
The Young Rascals,
The Index,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Panda Bear,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.