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 Chile and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
The Litter,
Nas,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
The Golliwogs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T. Rex,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
John Holt,
Desert Stars,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.