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 Benin and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Porter Ricks 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Gang Green,
New Order,
The Seeds,
Whodini,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
World's Most,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Nas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.