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 Argentina and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Sparks,
John Holt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Saints,
Marc Almond,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Leonard Cohen,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.