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 Indonesia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys 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?
Gang of Four,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Nas,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.