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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Los Fastidios,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.