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 Comoros and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wire,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Goldenarms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Godley & Creme,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Martian,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Lower 48,
Kevin Saunderson,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.