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 Argentina and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Deakin,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Magma,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
Cluster,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
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