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 Angola and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare 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 Michelle Simonal to the punk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Make Up,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Excepter,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Henry Cow,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Mandrill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
the Bar-Kays,
Franke,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roger Hodgson,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
The Fortunes,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.