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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
Wasted Youth,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
New York Dolls,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.