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 the UAE and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Tom Verlaine 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 EPMD to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kas Product,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Danielle Patucci,
David McCallum,
Japan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ken Boothe,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Andrew Hill,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
The Slits,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.