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 London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
The Shadows of Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Letta Mbulu,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Skaos,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Warsaw,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiohead,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Black Sheep,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.