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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 the Swans to the dance 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Little Man,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Carl Craig,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Fraelich,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Aural Exciters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.