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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Monolake,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
David Axelrod,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Kayak,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Music Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Crime,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
This Heat,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.