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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Magazine,
K-Klass,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Shuggie Otis,
Franke,
The Gories,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
MDC,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
La Düsseldorf,
Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.