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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
The Neon Judgement,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Lynne,
Livin' Joy,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.