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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funkadelic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
The Evens,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Niagra,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
X-101,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boredoms,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MC5,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.