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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Funky Four + One,
The Index,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.