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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Procol Harum to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Reagan Youth,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
The Vogues,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Yellowson,
The Seeds,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.