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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Fall,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Dawn Penn,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
X-102,
Make Up,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Skaos,
Pole,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.