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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Monks to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Buzzcocks,
Pierre Henry,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quantec,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Urselle,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.