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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Kurtis Blow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Bluetip,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
The Slits,
Make Up,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.