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 Swaziland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Eric Copeland,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Flipper,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Anakelly,
Angry Samoans,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Blossom Toes,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.