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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the dance 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
L. Decosne,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Main Source,
Crime,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
The Modern Lovers,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.