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 Sudan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slave to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
The Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Scratch Acid,
Junior Murvin,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
a-ha,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Misunderstood,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
Sonic Youth,
The Zeros,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.