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 Benin 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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?
48th St. Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Bang On A Can,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Fat Boys,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.