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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Talk Talk,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anakelly,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.