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 Latvia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Masters at Work,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kas Product,
John Holt,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.