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 Ukraine and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Pole,
Subhumans,
The New Christs,
Davy DMX,
Laurel Aitken,
Index,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Ken Boothe,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.