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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Bill Near 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bush Tetras,
The Last Poets,
The Toasters,
Kas Product,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
Index,
Cymande,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
the Association,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.