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 Niger and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick Morgan,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Brand Nubian,
Procol Harum,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donny Hathaway,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.