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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Make Up to the jazz 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aloha Tigers,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Scientists,
Can,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Derrick May,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Bananas,
Television,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Babytalk,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.