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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Godley & Creme to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Outsiders,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
JFA,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
E-Dancer,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Little Man,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.