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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cecil Taylor,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Fatback Band,
Slave,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Al Stewart,
Idris Muhammad,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.