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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Max Romeo,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Henry Cow,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantaleimon,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Neil Young,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.