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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Arcadia,
Terry Callier,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble 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.