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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 The Monochrome Set to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
World's Most,
the Association,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Intrusion,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
Max Romeo,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Sight & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.