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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Parrish 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantytec,
Tres Demented,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dennis Brown,
X-102,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Cymande,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Wolf Eyes,
Radio Birdman,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Icehouse,
Anthony Braxton,
Sun City Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Danielle Patucci,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.