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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Whodini,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Wings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Letta Mbulu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zero Boys,
ABBA,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Parry Music,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.