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 Lebanon and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Organ,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
The Evens,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.