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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 harpsichord 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 The Standells to the jazz 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
DNA,
Morten Harket,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
The Saints,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.