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 Senegal and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Victims to the grunge 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Graham Central Station,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Minor Threat,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Blancmange,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.