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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harmonia,
Altered Images,
The Gories,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
PIL,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Blancmange,
Television,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.