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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Fad Gadget to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erykah Badu,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Derrick May,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
The Star Department,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tubeway Army,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.