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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
U.S. Maple,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tim Buckley,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Max Romeo,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Prince Buster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
Joe Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
MC5,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Durutti Column,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.