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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Faust,
Angry Samoans,
Bluetip,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Grauzone,
The Move,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Deadbeat,
Little Man,
Boredoms,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Scrapy,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.