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 Brunei and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kas Product to the rap 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
X-101,
Eurythmics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Panda Bear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Wings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Audionom,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.