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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Robert Hood,
The Invisible,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
The Searchers,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.