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 Uruguay 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 Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Bronski Beat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
The Residents,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
The Offenders,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.