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 Sri Lanka and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Clarke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Make Up,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Symarip,
Subhumans,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Marmalade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Order,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.