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 Azerbaijan 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rakim to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Oneida,
The Victims,
Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
The Music Machine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultra Naté,
The Birthday Party,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Ituana,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.