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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Technova,
Crime,
KRS-One,
The Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Panda Bear,
Television,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
The Martian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Kayak,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Average White Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Monolake,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Sun Ra,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
John Foxx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Echospace,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.