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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Bremen.
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 Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Nils Olav to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Japan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Alton Ellis,
Archie Shepp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
China Crisis,
Michelle Simonal,
Monolake,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Dual Sessions,
Hashim,
Brick,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.