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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Skaos,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Sneak,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Archie Shepp,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Guru Guru,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
The Blues Magoos,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.