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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Mojo Men to the rock 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suicide,
Moebius,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Sound Behaviour,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Faraquet,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Guru Guru,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.