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 Botswana and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Terry Callier,
Unwound,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
June Days,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Yazoo,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Shoche,
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Alice Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.