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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Main Source,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
Lyres,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.