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 Zimbabwe and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Jeff Mills 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.