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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Main Source,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
The Vogues,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
New Age Steppers,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.