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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
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 guitar 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 Blake Baxter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
The Litter,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Aswad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sam Rivers,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Wings,
Arcadia,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
John Holt,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.