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 Antigua and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 Henry Cow to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Monks,
E-Dancer,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultravox,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.