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 Mali and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
KRS-One,
Index,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
The Searchers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Tubeway Army,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.