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 Burundi and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soul Sonic Force to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gun Club,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
The Victims,
Skarface,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Duran Duran,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Eden Ahbez,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Wings,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Oneida,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.