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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
X-102,
Nick Fraelich,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
The Gap Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blancmange,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Shoche,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
Al Stewart,
Eddi Front,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Little Man,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.