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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the jazz 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Spoonie Gee,
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Donny Hathaway,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Slave,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
Magma,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Arab on Radar,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Mojo Men,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.