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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Index,
Blancmange,
ABC,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.