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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Tomorrow,
MC5,
Babytalk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.