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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Organ to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gong,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Organ,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.