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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Youth Brigade,
Hardrive,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül II,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Radio Birdman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
Neu!,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
The Names,
EPMD,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.