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 Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
Janne Schatter,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Michelle Simonal,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Fatback Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bill Near,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Country Teasers,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.