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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Crime,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The New Christs,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.