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 Tunisia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Infiniti,
Pole,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Con Funk Shun,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Jimmy McGriff,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.