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 Uganda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Underground Resistance,
Soulsonic Force,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
The Selecter,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Adolescents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Q65,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tommy Roe,
Ice-T,
Newcleus,
Hashim,
MC5,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.