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 Burkina and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maurizio,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Magazine,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Public Enemy,
Siglo XX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
The Modern Lovers,
The Last Poets,
Fear,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.