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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Masters at Work,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Ken Boothe,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.