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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Eve St. Jones,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
L. Decosne,
X-102,
Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Maleditus Sound,
Outsiders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.