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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Royal Trux,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Index,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Slick Rick,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
cv313,
Charles Mingus,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.