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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Albert Ayler,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
X-102,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
Black Bananas,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.