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 Guatemala and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
The Saints,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
Ten City,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Howard Jones,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Max Romeo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.