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 Morocco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Swans,
Pantytec,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
The Index,
The Tremeloes,
Jacob Miller,
The Pretty Things,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Khruangbin,
Flipper,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.