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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bootsy Collins,
Rites of Spring,
R.M.O.,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Martian,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Bobby Sherman,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Scan 7,
Nico,
Brick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.