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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Dorothy Ashby to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Lalann,
Neil Young,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
kango's stein massive,
Crooked Eye,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Ten City,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Visage,
Inner City,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
Japan,
June Days,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Qualms,
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.