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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Howard Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Barrington Levy,
The Dead C,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radio Birdman,
Mad Mike,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
The Remains,
The Fuzztones,
The Doors,
Carl Craig,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.