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 Kyrgyzstan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Darondo,
Brass Construction,
Parry Music,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
Main Source,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Maurizio,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fear,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABBA,
World's Most,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Theoretical Girls,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.