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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
L. Decosne,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Flipper,
Peter and Kerry,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magma,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Massinfluence,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.