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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Tears for Fears,
Nik Kershaw,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Television Personalities,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Anthony Braxton,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Main Source,
Fad Gadget,
B.T. Express,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.