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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Panda Bear to the electroclash 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quantec,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Tres Demented,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
MC5,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.