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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-102,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
UT,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.