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 Oman and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
PIL,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boredoms,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Television,
Organ,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.