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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Throbbing Gristle 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.