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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Remains to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Ludus,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Lungfish,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Hill,
Banda Bassotti,
Deakin,
Brothers Johnson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.