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 El Salvador and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Mantronix,
Lindisfarne,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Association,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Shoche,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.