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 Venezuela and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Main Source 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Slits,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
CMW,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
Nas,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Q65,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.