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 Korea South and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Brass Construction to the crunk 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Barry Ungar,
Althea and Donna,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Basic Channel,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Urselle,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.