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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Red Krayola to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
Skaos,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Finger,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Nils Olav,
Cal Tjader,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.