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 El Salvador and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Subhumans,
Kevin Saunderson,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
MDC,
the Normal,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.