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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Germs,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
48th St. Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Procol Harum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Sound Behaviour,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Bluetip,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.