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 Morocco and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eve St. Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neu!,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
The Names,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.