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 Germany and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
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 mellotron 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 Moleskins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
Hot Snakes,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Eden Ahbez,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.