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 Georgia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
David Bowie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
ABC,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.