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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
The Young Rascals,
Nirvana,
Make Up,
cv313,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Funkadelic,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
The Names,
Stetsasonic,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.