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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Darondo,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Avey Tare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Cymande,
Derrick Morgan,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.