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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Audionom,
Zapp,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Saccharine Trust,
Albert Ayler,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rites of Spring,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.