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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the grime 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Alphaville,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
ABC,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Ice-T,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.