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 Germany 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Circle Jerks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Mad Mike,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Excepter,
June of 44,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ossler,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.