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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dual Sessions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Henry Cow,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Moby Grape,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DNA,
Swans,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.