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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Swans,
The Motions,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
Ludus,
The Smiths,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.