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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
Slave,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Ossler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
Tim Buckley,
Bang On A Can,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.