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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Supertramp,
Parry Music,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nik Kershaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marmalade,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Eric Dolphy,
Alison Limerick,
PIL,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Hoover,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.