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 Tuvalu and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Quantec to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Guru Guru,
Symarip,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
The New Christs,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
June of 44,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
AZ,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.