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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sound Behaviour,
the Sonics,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Throbbing Gristle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.