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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.