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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Standells to the funk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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?
Aural Exciters,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Scientists,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sisters of Mercy,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Connie Case,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.