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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
T.S.O.L.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Wire,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.