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 Mali and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the rock 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eddi Front,
Joensuu 1685,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
In Retrospect,
T. Rex,
The Remains,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
The Human League,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.