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 Angola and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Maurizio,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.