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 Lithuania and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Livin' Joy,
David Axelrod,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eden Ahbez,
Japan,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.