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 Cape Verde and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fuzztones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Alice Coltrane,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blossom Toes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Rekid,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Lakeside,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.