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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Henry Cow,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Archie Shepp,
Godley & Creme,
KRS-One,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Cal Tjader,
Wings,
New Order,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.