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 Fiji and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Reagan Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Magma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
The Red Krayola,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Todd Terry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Wolf Eyes,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
MC5,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.