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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Skarface,
Index,
Simply Red,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Gories,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scion,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Delta 5,
X-102,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.