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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
The New Christs,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Robert Görl,
Can,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Cymande,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
World's Most,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Deakin,
Japan,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.