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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Chrome to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Ohio Players,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rod Modell,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
The Count Five,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.