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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Mark Hollis to the electroclash 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Joyce Sims,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Blossom Toes,
OOIOO,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
UT,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
Television Personalities,
Black Moon,
U.S. Maple,
Country Teasers,
Wire,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Clear Light,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Yaz,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.