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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Gil Scott Heron,
DNA,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Seeds,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Jandek,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Bananas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.