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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Electric Prunes,
Mad Mike,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Happenings,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Fela Kuti,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Boz Scaggs,
The Modern Lovers,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.