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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Residents to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
Slick Rick,
Sarah Menescal,
Godley & Creme,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
Skaos,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Porter Ricks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Smog,
LL Cool J,
Chris Corsano,
The Raincoats,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.