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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Mr. Review,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Red Krayola,
Theoretical Girls,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Wings,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.