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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barrington Levy,
Darondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Lalann,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
The Toasters,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The United States of America,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.