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 Korea North and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
the Human League,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magazine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
DNA,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Goldenarms,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.