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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 U.S. Maple 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Sparks,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.