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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 sitar 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 Toasters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Teasers,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Lakeside,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camouflage,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.