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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
The Leaves,
Monolake,
Terrestrial Tones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Graham Central Station,
Minny Pops,
Radiohead,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
The Moody Blues,
Deakin,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
The Litter,
Josef K,
the Association,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.