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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bootsy Collins to the grunge 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rakim,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
Whodini,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terry Callier,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
The Wake,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
Japan,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.