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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Kurtis Blow,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joe Finger,
the Germs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.