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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lungfish to the rap 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Franke,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Index,
the Normal,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
the Sonics,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
FM Einheit,
Mandrill,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.