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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Q65,
The Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lakeside,
Laurel Aitken,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Television,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
Slave,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.