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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson 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?
David Bowie,
The Gories,
The Names,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
The Cowsills,
Jacques Brel,
Fluxion,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Marine Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Yazoo,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
China Crisis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott Heron,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.