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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Mark Hollis,
The Toasters,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Cabaret Voltaire,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Saccharine Trust,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.