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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scientists to the electroclash 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
The Move,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Rufus Thomas,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler,
Roxy Music,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Swell Maps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Chrome,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Todd Terry,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.