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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pylon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
48th St. Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Technova,
Clear Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Peter and Kerry,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flipper,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
Half Japanese,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.