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 South Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ludus to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
Barclay James Harvest,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
The Searchers,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Sparks,
MC5,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.