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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Stiv Bators to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Cecil Taylor,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Cheater Slicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Robert Hood,
Arthur Verocai,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
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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.