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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Agent Orange 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Certain Ratio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.