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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mr. Review,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MC5,
Peter and Kerry,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
The Remains,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.