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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gichy Dan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Audionom,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
The Litter,
The Pop Group,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.