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 Belarus and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 B.T. Express to the grunge 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sight & Sound,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
The Motions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
Youth Brigade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
The Beau Brummels,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.