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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drexciya to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
Nirvana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Pole,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.