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 Palau and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Symarip,
Gong,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Moss Icon,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Kayak,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.