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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Jawbox,
Warren Ellis,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Yusef Lateef,
Swans,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Easy Going,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Velvet Underground,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.