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 Uganda and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kaleidoscope to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
The Martian,
Arab on Radar,
The Evens,
Drexciya,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Nico,
Faust,
Wire,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fluxion,
X-Ray Spex,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
The Cowsills,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.