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 Nauru and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Scion to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn 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?
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Cameo,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
10cc,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Wolf Eyes,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.