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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlback,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.