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 Benin and from Houston.
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 Lyon and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Organ,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
Wings,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deepchord,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.