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 Afghanistan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
KRS-One,
Erasure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Golliwogs,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
Hoover,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.