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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Fall to the jazz 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Whodini,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hardrive,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Kayak,
The United States of America,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magazine,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Sonics,
Gong,
The Dead C,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
The Gories,
The Motions,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.