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 Morocco and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis 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?
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anthony Braxton,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Carl Craig,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Wings,
Joy Division,
Goldenarms,
Index,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Inner City,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.