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 Chad and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Mantronix,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Near,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Blancmange,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mars,
Charles Mingus,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
L. Decosne,
Gabor Szabo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
The Mojo Men,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Kinks,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Sherman,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.