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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soul II Soul,
Cameo,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.