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 Tunisia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Invisible,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
The Monks,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
The Human League,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.