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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the funk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Letta Mbulu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Depeche Mode,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Ice-T,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Jandek,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Infiniti,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.