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 Libya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MDC to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Urselle,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
L. Decosne,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Joey Negro,
Magma,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Japan,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Schoolly D,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.