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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Cal Tjader,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Alison Limerick,
X-101,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.