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 Nepal and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Aaron Thompson,
This Heat,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Lungfish,
Japan,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Franke,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.