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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
Warsaw,
Skriet,
Nas,
Lower 48,
Drexciya,
Joe Finger,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Youth Brigade,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.