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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Jandek,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Soulsonic Force,
Camouflage,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
The Cowsills,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wire,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
Depeche Mode,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.