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 Ghana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lucky Dragons,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.