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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Adolescents,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
10cc,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Albert Ayler,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Technova,
Rod Modell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Marmalade,
Eden Ahbez,
China Crisis,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.