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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nirvana,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Outsiders,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
The Misunderstood,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
Deepchord,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.