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 Qatar and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
10cc,
Excepter,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
X-102,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
U.S. Maple,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
F. McDonald,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Monks,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.