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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
ABC,
Sparks,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Chrome,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Chris & Cosey,
Barbara Tucker,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.