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 Ivory Coast and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Unrelated Segments,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.