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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Gong to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.