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 Uganda and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 Nick Fraelich to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Inner City,
Sparks,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Television,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Subhumans,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
Japan,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.