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 Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
The Misunderstood,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Moss Icon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
The Fire Engines,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.