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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Gang Green to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Starr,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brand Nubian,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Moby Grape,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.