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 Israel and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Slick Rick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Essential Logic,
Quadrant,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.