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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Josef K,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Tommy Roe,
X-102,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
Scan 7,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Minny Pops,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.