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 Singapore and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 These Immortal Souls to the grunge 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
Harmonia,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Altered Images,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Velvet Underground,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.