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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.