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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Minny Pops to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
The Smiths,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.