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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 The Litter to the dance 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.