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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 The Gories to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skaos,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
a-ha,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Albert Ayler,
Procol Harum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Roxette,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Technova,
Rites of Spring,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Los Fastidios,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.