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 Somalia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 DJ Style to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Magma,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fela Kuti,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.