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 Dominican Republic and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Leonard Cohen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Index,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Mad Mike,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funky Four + One,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Green,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
Soulsonic Force,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heaven 17,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.