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 Paraguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Grey Daturas,
Deadbeat,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Brick,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Sherman,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.