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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Nas,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Camouflage,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Womack,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.