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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Los Fastidios to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Suicide,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.