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 San Marino and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Patti Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
AZ,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
F. McDonald,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Supertramp,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
The Count Five,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Black Pus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.