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 South Africa and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
The Index,
The Gap Band,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
The Remains,
Cecil Taylor,
Tres Demented,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.