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 Belarus and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New Order,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
Aaron Thompson,
Scrapy,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Shoche,
John Holt,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.