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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Parry Music,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Technova,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.