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 Panama and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Negative Approach to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
UT,
The Standells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Fluxion,
Hasil Adkins,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moleskins,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.