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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doors,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Durutti Column,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Grey Daturas,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Cluster,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Axelrod,
the Swans,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.