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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Jeff Lynne,
Funkadelic,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Suicide,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skaos,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.