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 Norway and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape 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?
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Kenny Larkin,
Technova,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Aural Exciters,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.