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 Slovenia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
cv313,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Jandek,
Sällskapet,
The Knickerbockers,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Tommy Roe,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.