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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
Symarip,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxy Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
June Days,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lucky Dragons,
Prince Buster,
The Index,
The Pretty Things,
Audionom,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cluster,
Chris Corsano,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.