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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Minor Threat,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
ABC,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Audionom,
The Move,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.