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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
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 oboe 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Ludus,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
The Fugs,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.