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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Au Pairs,
Oneida,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
The Names,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
The Fortunes,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.