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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Fania All-Stars,
Main Source,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television,
JFA,
Don Cherry,
The Fugs,
CMW,
The Saints,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.