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 Dominican Republic and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Gichy Dan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Main Source,
the Normal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
the Germs,
Mars,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.