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 Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
CMW,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül,
Joy Division,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Wire,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.