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 Luxembourg and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Arcadia to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
The Five Americans,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
B.T. Express,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
10cc,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.