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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wire,
The Slackers,
Maurizio,
Matthew Bourne,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
John Holt,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Wolf Eyes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Glenn Branca,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Derrick Morgan,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
the Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.