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 New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Wings,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.