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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Cheater Slicks,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
H. Thieme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
cv313,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Red Krayola,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry's Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.