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 Palau 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deakin,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
The Invisible,
Second Layer,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Malaria!,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Janne Schatter,
Erasure,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.