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 Comoros 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kerrie Biddell to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
New Age Steppers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Mills,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
The Doors,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Los Fastidios,
Q65,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
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.