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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jandek,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
The Five Americans,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.