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 Samoa 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Severed Heads to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Tres Demented,
Tears for Fears,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Television,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
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.