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 Namibia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Saints to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
DNA,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Skarface,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Sneak,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
The Grass Roots,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Ultra Naté,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.