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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Make Up,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Kerri Chandler,
Graham Central Station,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.