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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
UT,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
Rufus Thomas,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Lynne,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxette,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.