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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Cheater Slicks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fatback Band,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.