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 Turkmenistan and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Adolescents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Mars,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Liliput,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
Gang Starr,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.