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 Paraguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 The Martian to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mad Mike,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
The Residents,
MC5,
The Durutti Column,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Aswad,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.