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 Suriname 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Mantronix,
Lalann,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
X-101,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Tom Boy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gong,
ABC,
Eric Copeland,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Traffic Nightmare,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Q and Not U,
Chrome,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
The Moody Blues,
cv313,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.