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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the punk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Sun City Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Symarip,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.