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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Ronan,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
The Fuzztones,
Cymande,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slave,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Dead Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
the Swans,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.