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 Croatia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Slackers to the electroclash 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Joyce Sims,
The Real Kids,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Scion,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Radiohead,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
CMW,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
MDC,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.