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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
X-101,
Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
The Toasters,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Almond,
Franke,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.