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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Yazoo,
Warren Ellis,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Aaron Thompson,
Mars,
New Order,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
Quantec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
KRS-One,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Peter and Kerry,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.