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 Fiji and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
The Real Kids,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
John Lydon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.