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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Josef K,
Talk Talk,
The Gories,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warren Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Radiohead,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.