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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Kas Product,
Buzzcocks,
The Human League,
Pulsallama,
Gang Starr,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
The Associates,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Al Stewart,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
John Lydon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sixth Finger,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.