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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Busters,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Gabor Szabo,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.