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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Laurel Aitken 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
The Fortunes,
Blake Baxter,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Crime,
Negative Approach,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Cecil Taylor,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.