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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Doobie Brothers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
Eric B and Rakim,
June Days,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Traffic Nightmare,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Boredoms,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.