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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
The Count Five,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scan 7,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Juan Atkins,
The Monks,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Warren Ellis,
CMW,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
OOIOO,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
John Holt,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.