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 Malaysia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Excepter,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
Minor Threat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.