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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
The Divine Comedy,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Q65,
The Remains,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
The Standells,
Dawn Penn,
Flipper,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Mad Mike,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.