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 Algeria and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Sheep,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Godley & Creme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Connie Case,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.