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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Camouflage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Pere Ubu,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.