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 Spain 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Sister Nancy,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Wally Richardson,
Vainqueur,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter & Gordon,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Brothers Johnson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Alice Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
LL Cool J,
The Fall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.