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 Iran and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Iggy Pop,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.