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 Uganda and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Circle Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Archie Shepp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delta 5,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Black Moon,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Names,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.