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 Israel and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 JFA to the disco 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Depeche Mode,
The Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Matthew Halsall,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.