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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Section 25 to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Average White Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Suicide,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Flipper,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Grey Daturas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
KRS-One,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.