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 Suriname and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
Blossom Toes,
Peter & Gordon,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crash Course in Science,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
8 Eyed Spy,
June Days,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.