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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Buzzcocks,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Jandek,
X-101,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swans,
Quadrant,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Glenn Branca,
The Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Q and Not U,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.