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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Idris Muhammad to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Roy Ayers,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Juan Atkins,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Newcleus,
FM Einheit,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
ABC,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Junior Murvin,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Robert Wyatt,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.