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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Magma,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.