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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Byron Stingily to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Severed Heads,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
Morten Harket,
Goldenarms,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.