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 United States and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Janne Schatter to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Q65,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
the Association,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Von Mondo,
Bronski Beat,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Rites of Spring,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.