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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Marc Almond to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
In Retrospect,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
The Associates,
Motorama,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.