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 Estonia and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Crime,
Hashim,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Barbara Tucker,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Sheep,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.