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 Panama and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vainqueur to the techno 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Peter & Gordon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
This Heat,
D'Angelo,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Blancmange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.