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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultravox,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantytec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
Inner City,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Faust,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.