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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Au Pairs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
T. Rex,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Gichy Dan,
Q65,
Crime,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
JFA,
Shoche,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.