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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slave,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
Sight & Sound,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
Funkadelic,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Sällskapet,
Nick Fraelich,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Motorama,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.