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 France and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Moleskins,
Lou Reed,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smoke,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Pet Shop Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.