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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the dance 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gun Club,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.