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 Namibia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 OOIOO to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Leonard Cohen,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare,
Arcadia,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.