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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 marimba 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
ABBA,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
the Association,
The Gories,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.