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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
The Grass Roots,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Wings,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Sheep,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Theoretical Girls,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
Warsaw,
Moebius,
Todd Rundgren,
Isaac Hayes,
Toni Rubio,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.