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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Das Ding,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
Moebius,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Public Enemy,
kango's stein massive,
Hot Snakes,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Japan,
X-102,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Dawn Penn,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Lalann,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.