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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 John Holt to the electroclash 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Busters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
Hasil Adkins,
Rotary Connection,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mandrill,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Thee Headcoats,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gap Band,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.