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 China and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Aaron Thompson,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Brand Nubian,
Stereo Dub,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Spandau Ballet,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
The Mojo Men,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.