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 Thailand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Quantec,
James White and The Blacks,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.