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 Korea South and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Quantec,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The J.B.'s,
John Cale,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
Joy Division,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter & Gordon,
The Seeds,
Ice-T,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Jerry's Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.