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 Dominica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Jeff Mills to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Rapeman,
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.