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 Samoa and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
The Modern Lovers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Unwound,
Sparks,
The Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Byron Stingily,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.