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 Namibia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Chris & Cosey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
The Cure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.