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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the grunge 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
Wings,
Ten City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Animal Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Henry Cow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Wyatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Blake Baxter,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Invisible,
Maleditus Sound,
Bluetip,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Y Pants,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.