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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Oblivians,
Grauzone,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
Quantec,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cybotron,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hashim,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Charles Mingus,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
The Remains,
New Order,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.