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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Charles Mingus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
The Trojans,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Dual Sessions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Skriet,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.