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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cheater Slicks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Inner City,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Suburban Knight,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.