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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jandek to the rap 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Scratch Acid,
Intrusion,
Black Moon,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Massinfluence,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Fugazi,
Maurizio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.