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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
The Music Machine,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
The Doors,
Groovy Waters,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.