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 Argentina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Throbbing Gristle to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Smog,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
The J.B.'s,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.