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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Intrusion to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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?
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
The Pretty Things,
Dead Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
The Young Rascals,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Pierre Henry,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.