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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Selecter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Delta 5,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Country Teasers,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Masters at Work,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Sam Rivers,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.