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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
The Sound,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
PIL,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Mars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.