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 Bulgaria and from Tokyo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 EPMD to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
The Wake,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rod Modell,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Faraquet,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
The United States of America,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Magazine,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.