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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Clear Light,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Infiniti,
Jawbox,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Rites of Spring,
The Associates,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Kurtis Blow,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Symarip,
Minutemen,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.