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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Beau Brummels to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Neu!,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
Jeff Mills,
Man Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.