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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Crooked Eye to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Traffic Nightmare,
K-Klass,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.