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 Latvia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
JFA,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Magazine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Monolake,
Bauhaus,
Prince Buster,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Pagans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.