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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Stereo Dub,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Althea and Donna,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
China Crisis,
The Skatalites,
Wally Richardson,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.