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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Organ,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
Maurizio,
Stetsasonic,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.