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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 MC5 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson 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?
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alison Limerick,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Hill,
F. McDonald,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Metal Thangz,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.