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 Poland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 The Music Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
The Move,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
Monolake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Audionom,
Gastr Del Sol,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Kinks,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.