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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Little Man,
The Slits,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.