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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moss Icon 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-102,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
New Order,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
Funky Four + One,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Franke,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Au Pairs,
Steve Hackett,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.