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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young,
Crime,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Flipper,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
AZ,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.