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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Unwound to the disco 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Can,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Mad Mike,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Rakim,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Amon Düül,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soulsonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
The Residents,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.