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 Ukraine and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Sisters of Mercy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
The Fugs,
Sex Pistols,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cymande,
The Saints,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
Flipper,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bauhaus,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.