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 Comoros and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Sandy B,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tres Demented,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neu!,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
The J.B.'s,
Delta 5,
UT,
Cymande,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.