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 Lebanon and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Jawbox,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
The Gories,
DJ Style,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
The Golliwogs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Nils Olav,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erykah Badu,
Funkadelic,
The Mojo Men,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Yazoo,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.