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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
The Black Dice,
Silicon Teens,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Enemy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Sixth Finger,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.