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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nico to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Arcadia,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Quantec,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Shoche,
Davy DMX,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
Tom Boy,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
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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.