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 Tajikistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Roxy Music,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
Aloha Tigers,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.