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 Serbia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
The Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
The Pop Group,
Swans,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
ABBA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Byrd,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.