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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Parrish,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Black Dice,
Sonny Sharrock,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.