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 Argentina and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the dance 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Deepchord,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sight & Sound,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalann,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.