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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 Salvador and Accra.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Von Mondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Half Japanese,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
In Retrospect,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
The Music Machine,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Magma,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Livin' Joy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.