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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Junior Murvin,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Can,
Wasted Youth,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.