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 Switzerland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warren Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.