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 Andorra and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlback to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Eric Dolphy,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
UT,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Groovy Waters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Delta 5,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Au Pairs,
Idris Muhammad,
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.