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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Fatback Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
New York Dolls,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Circle Jerks,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eli Mardock,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Stetsasonic,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Zapp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Japan,
Niagra,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.