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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the electroclash 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
EPMD,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
CMW,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Boz Scaggs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
The Doors,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Near,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.