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 China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wolf Eyes to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Don Cherry,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
JFA,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Rufus Thomas,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.