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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Organ to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Halsall,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Unwound,
DJ Sneak,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
John Cale,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faust,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.