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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 The Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Deepchord,
the Germs,
Moss Icon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Surgeon,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Japan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.