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 Syria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 Sister Nancy to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Crime,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Joe Smooth,
Qualms,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Cheater Slicks,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Wings,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.