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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Albert Ayler,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick May,
Kerri Chandler,
The Trojans,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
The Moleskins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.