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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Theoretical Girls,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Technova,
X-102,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Urselle,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.