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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Max Romeo to the dance 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
World's Most,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alphaville,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Half Japanese,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.