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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Ronan,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Vainqueur,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
The Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.