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 Belgium and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Flag to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cameo,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
June of 44,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Franke,
Joensuu 1685,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.