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 Gambia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Aloha Tigers,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantytec,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Can,
Connie Case,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Funky Four + One,
The Moody Blues,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.