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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Pylon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
The Human League,
Ludus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Lower 48,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres,
Monks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
UT,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.