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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Lower 48 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Davy DMX,
Yazoo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skaos,
Excepter,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Amazonics,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
The Cramps,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantytec,
10cc,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
X-102,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Sam Rivers,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.