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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pere Ubu,
The Beau Brummels,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Aswad,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sällskapet,
Fugazi,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.