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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Suburban Knight,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nirvana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
The Human League,
Joensuu 1685,
New Age Steppers,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.