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 Dominica and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Roger Hodgson,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
The Monks,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Peter & Gordon,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Kayak,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.