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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.