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 Iran and from Portland.
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 Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grey Daturas to the rap 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Derrick Morgan,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Inner City,
Jerry's Kids,
Moby Grape,
Jimmy McGriff,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Japan,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Unwound,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
World's Most,
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.