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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Cal Tjader to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Supertramp,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Cluster,
Slave,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marvin Gaye,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Grey Daturas,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Scientists,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.