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 Belarus and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the disco 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
Harry Pussy,
PIL,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bob Dylan,
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.