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 Burkina and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Intrusion to the funk 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Audionom,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lyres,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Nik Kershaw,
Janne Schatter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.