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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Malaria!,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
The Standells,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Green,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
10cc,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Patti Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.