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 Argentina and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
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 mellotron 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Barracudas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Heaven 17,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Wasted Youth,
Q65,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.