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 Japan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
Whodini,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Skarface,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Mr. Review,
Tubeway Army,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.