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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aswad to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ponytail,
Rapeman,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Skriet,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Hoover,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Average White Band,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Fluxion,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.