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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Certain Ratio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.