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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
The Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Crash Course in Science,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.