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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the jazz 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gong,
Simply Red,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wasted Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Section 25,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
CMW,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.