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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Bowie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Radio Birdman,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Evens,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.