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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Sherman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Suicide,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.