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 Japan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Outsiders to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Can,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
MC5,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.