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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Fela Kuti,
The Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat,
Q65,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.