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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 DNA 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.