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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Japan,
The Remains,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Ken Boothe,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Pulsallama,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.