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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 MC5 to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sonics,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
X-102,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
Marmalade,
the Association,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.