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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Public Image Ltd. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Smog,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
Wire,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Ten City,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.