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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Todd Terry to the jazz 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Prince Buster,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Alton Ellis,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
UT,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Buzzcocks,
Massinfluence,
The Barracudas,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Gong,
The Neon Judgement,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.