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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
Erasure,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Ten City,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
John Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
Mars,
Ossler,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.