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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 UT 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Blossom Toes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Can,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Rundgren,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
Black Pus,
JFA,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.