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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The American Breed,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Rakim,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.