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 Morocco and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Q and Not U,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Intrusion,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Lucky Dragons,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Rekid,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Wasted Youth,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.