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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the dance 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
the Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
The Standells,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
The Evens,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.