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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Motorama,
Eurythmics,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
48th St. Collective,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.