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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Minny Pops,
Bauhaus,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pole,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.