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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
T.S.O.L.,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
PIL,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Dolphy,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
The Golliwogs,
Dawn Penn,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.