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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 marimba 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shoche,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nas,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nils Olav,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.