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 Hungary and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
Dead Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Public Enemy,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Bananas,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Mo-Dettes,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Faust,
The Neon Judgement,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.