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 New Zealand 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harmonia,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hashim,
Nico,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Black Flag,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.