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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terrestrial Tones,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
L. Decosne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.