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 Spain and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harry Pussy,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Stooges,
James White and The Blacks,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.