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 Solomon Islands and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Misunderstood,
T. Rex,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Lower 48,
Jacques Brel,
Loose Ends,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Moon,
The Mojo Men,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Newcleus,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.