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 the UAE and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Panda Bear,
Michelle Simonal,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Minnie Riperton,
Fear,
Can,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moss Icon,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
PIL,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.