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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
The Offenders,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
8 Eyed Spy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Siglo XX,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
Oneida,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Shoche,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Magma,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.