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 Seychelles and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
PIL,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
John Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Barracudas,
The Residents,
Interpol,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.