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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
JFA,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
Oneida,
Junior Murvin,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
The Gap Band,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Aloha Tigers,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.