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 El Salvador 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Organ,
Make Up,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Godley & Creme,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.