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 Austria and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
June Days,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.