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 Russia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Wyatt,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Swell Maps,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Cymande,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
The Mojo Men,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.