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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Camouflage,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Leonard Cohen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
K-Klass,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.