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 the UAE and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Lindisfarne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Banda Bassotti,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Quadrant,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.