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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Lebanon Hanover,
World's Most,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alice Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Don Cherry,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.