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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Scientists,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.