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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
The Residents,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Supertramp,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Harmonia,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Deadbeat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
PIL,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.