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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Gichy Dan,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Adolescents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Howard Jones,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Lungfish,
Fluxion,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Lou Christie,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.