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 Germany and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Liliput,
The Buckinghams,
The Fall,
Cameo,
Derrick May,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drexciya,
Moby Grape,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.