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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Make Up,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Motorama,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jandek,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.