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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Massinfluence to the grunge 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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
The Divine Comedy,
Prince Buster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Robert Hood,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Don Cherry,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
R.M.O.,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
Josef K,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.