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 Jordan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 theremin 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Franke,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
Josef K,
The Evens,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
X-101,
This Heat,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.