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 Sweden and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Erykah Badu,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
La Düsseldorf,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Fat Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
John Lydon,
Josef K,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fugazi,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Boz Scaggs,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.