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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Dead C to the rap 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Quadrant,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Todd Terry,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Andrew Hill,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Roxy Music,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.