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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
R.M.O.,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Agent Orange,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Golliwogs,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.