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 Angola and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Bluetip,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Depeche Mode,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Scratch Acid,
10cc,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.