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 Kiribati and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
U.S. Maple,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
The Monochrome Set,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.