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 Austria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Model 500,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Eli Mardock,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.