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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moebius 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Q65,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
The Modern Lovers,
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Stereo Dub,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
Pagans,
The Associates,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.