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 Spain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Junior Murvin to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Patti Smith,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gichy Dan,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Intrusion,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
Man Parrish,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.