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 Djibouti and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Interpol,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Babytalk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.