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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
The Busters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.