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 Equatorial Guinea and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gladiators to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Brand Nubian,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Minor Threat,
Dennis Brown,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
the Sonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magazine,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.