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 Latvia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rites of Spring,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Zapp,
Erasure,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Mr. Review,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young,
Sonny Sharrock,
Smog,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.