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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Erasure,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Kayak,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
The Monks,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
Hardrive,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
The Offenders,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.