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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Maurizio,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terry Callier,
Dawn Penn,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
China Crisis,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Swans,
The Slits,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
the Soft Cell,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.