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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Scan 7,
Magazine,
Technova,
Crime,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Josef K,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Talk Talk,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
Donald Byrd,
Cameo,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.