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 Nauru and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
X-101,
Roxette,
Pantaleimon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nas,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Arcadia,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Talk Talk,
Dead Boys,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Black Flag,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.