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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Alice Coltrane,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gories,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Second Layer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
The Move,
David McCallum,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
The New Christs,
Carl Craig,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.