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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Saccharine Trust to the funk 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bluetip,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Excepter,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Evens,
Television,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch 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.