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 Haiti and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
Gang Green,
Bronski Beat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
OOIOO,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
Blossom Toes,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.