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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
B.T. Express,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerri Chandler,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Sonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pylon,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Black Pus,
Sex Pistols,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.