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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Isaac Hayes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
The Move,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mojo Men,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Black Moon,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Smoke,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
U.S. Maple,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.