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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
The Barracudas,
The Saints,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
Albert Ayler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Black Flag,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Popol Vuh,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.