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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Monolake to the grime 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Juan Atkins,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Fear,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
L. Decosne,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Icehouse,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.