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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flipper to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sound Behaviour,
The United States of America,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Raincoats,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rufus Thomas,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Chris & Cosey,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Howard Jones,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.