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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fall,
Ituana,
Anakelly,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
The Victims,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minutemen,
Parry Music,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.