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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Roxette,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Kerri Chandler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Unwound,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Marine Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Urselle,
World's Most,
Stereo Dub,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Brick,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.