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 Rwanda and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Chris Corsano,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Monks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
The Doors,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.