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 India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Roger Hodgson,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.