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 Zambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delon & Dalcan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
ABC,
Funkadelic,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Blossom Toes,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
Aswad,
Y Pants,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Don Cherry,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.