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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Mojo Men to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Wire,
Slave,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Model 500,
Swans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.