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 Malta and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Groovy Waters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Wings,
Funky Four + One,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Delta 5,
Colin Newman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Bob Dylan,
Roxette,
Shoche,
Carl Craig,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.