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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alison Limerick,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Man Parrish,
Delta 5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Amon Düül II,
the Human League,
10cc,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Rekid,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.