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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Hashim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Monks,
The Associates,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
T. Rex,
Interpol,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry's Kids,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.