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 Canada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Lightning Bolt,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Ken Boothe,
Hardrive,
The Human League,
LL Cool J,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
The Zeros,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Altered Images,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.