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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Traffic Nightmare to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
The Offenders,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Japan,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.